ARTIST STATEMENT
About Niamh-Erin's Work :
I first encountered the Northern Lights when I was seven years old and have been fascinated with the sky and star constellations ever since. I explore a variety of materials and produce obscure visuals throughout my process.
I am not an environmental activist, nor am I an astrologist, I am an artist interpreting our world through poetic forms and displaying a visual perception from my discoveries . I am aware of global issues that are occurring around us and how we interact with our planet.
My work involves the mediums of paint, photography, sculpture, object and installation, as well as writing poetry. I question my surroundings, and therefore use the medium I feel fits best to project my contextual research. This enables the work to communicate with the viewer, and quintessentially with our planet.
PROJECT DESCRIPTION
I am currently working on “the _unseen series” which entails viewing a mass landscape with a different perspective. Lines and shapes formed by constellations, as well as the holes in the ozone are a massive concept within my practice.
My aim is to inform global effects and climate changes to the public that are occurring rapidly within our environment through my body of work. It should be highlighted how much we have progressed as a community, and what is still left unseen, unheard. What we try to educate ourselves about, and what we shut out of our peripheral due to fear and anxiety. I believe art can make a change to one’s view on a topic/issue, but it is the artists to be the ones to implement the difference through their work and instigate a conversation.
Poetry is a large component to my practice, and many of my poems prevail the discussion between Mother Nature and the people of Earth. Much is left unspoken, but nothing is left unheard.
THE _UNSEEN
FEBRUARY 2019
We fight over your mass landscape
excavate your hidden treasures
marriages apart from your solar beauty
maturity is unjust,
Unfigured. Oil spills.
Silver spirits.
Flammable transience
Kicking and screaming in duck-blue plush
I no longer ask, as
nothing is without reason.
the yielding sun bears to deal with the
one space as it takes
Us
into your gulping mouthful of tears.
Silky dreams, liquid satin
duck-blue tears - plush giggles no
More.
I am coming
For you my little lamb so don’t sell
Your wool too soon.